Chapter 156: Mahjong Her Lord Ji is also quite wild
After Song Jin arranged the things, she had some free time again. Ji Shubai was busy with official duties all day, and she was used to it. When she was bored, she started to prepare to do something else.
Most of the ladies in the government offices were like Song Jin. They usually revolved around their husbands, so they often got together to play cards. Song Jin didn't know how to play cards, let alone poetry, so she seldom went.
When she was bored, she went back to her old job and started writing some new books.
It's still plagiarism, localization of foreign novels.
That day, she was writing in the room when Dujuan came in and said that Mrs. Lu was coming to see her. She quickly put down her pen and went out to greet her.
Mrs. Lu was Lu Junnian's wife. She had an oval face and drooping eyebrows, and wore a silver-thread bun. She wore a honey-colored long coat with wide sleeves and a stand-up collar, revealing a rose-gray satin pleated skirt underneath. She was walking in from outside, and as soon as she entered the room, she saw Song Jin, wearing a bud green satin double-breasted bodice with a rouge-red short coat underneath, standing at the door to greet her.
"It's good to be young. Wearing this in autumn makes you look like you're in spring. You look energetic. Unlike us, who look old and stale."
This was not the first time she had met Mrs. Lu. She always spoke in a frank and crisp voice, and she quite liked her.
"What are you talking about, sister? I am young and reckless, so I need your advice." As he spoke, he reached out to help her.
The two of them were sitting in the hall drinking tea, and Mrs. Lu saw the feather pen and the manuscript paper on the table at a glance.
"What does this say?"
Song Jin casually told the story of the Lady of the Camellias, and Mrs. Lu cried out in pain.
"If you ask me, these men are confused, and these women are fools. They are all dumb. They can comfort each other, but they choose to make sacrifices. Who are they performing for?"
Song Jin chuckled. This is just a performance for the readers.
"Your pen is quite interesting. My husband Lu has been using it a lot recently, but his hands are too strong and it breaks too easily. He has to tie a stick to it."
Song Jin said: "Indeed, I found a silversmith a few days ago and planned to make a new one. I don't know if it will work well."
"That's fine, let me try it then."
Song Jin smiled and said ok.
While the two were talking, Zhang Hongan came in holding a box and said that the set of beech wood mahjong tiles made by the carpenter was ready. Song Jin asked them to put them on the table and fiddle with them while checking them.
The beech wood was painted black, and the pattern in the middle was painted with red and green lacquer, which was quite delicate.
Mrs. Lu was still curious, so Song Jin asked her if she wanted to play two rounds. He then invited Du Juan and Cai Tang to sit together, and the four of them played mahjong together.
When Ji Shubai came back in the evening, he heard sounds like "bang" and "he" in the hall. When he came in, he saw four people pushing a table full of wood, making a rattling sound.
"What is this?"
Several people stood up in a hurry, not caring about who won or lost. Mrs. Lu found an excuse at the right time, saying that she wanted to go back to serve her husband, and then she slipped away, leaving Song Jin to deal with it.
Song Jin was not too panicked. He helped him sit down and explained to him how to play mahjong. Ji Shubai understood it instantly.
"Is this a gambling tool?"
“I guess so.”
Ji Shubai grabbed a handful of cards and asked, "I didn't see you taking these seriously before, why are you playing with them now?"
"The ladies always like to play dominoes. You know I'm not very good at it, so I can't join in. I had to bring a new one to play."
When Ji Shubai heard this, he threw away his cards, hugged the man and asked, "Are you bored here?"
Indeed, there are some. The days in the past were so exciting. I used to run around the streets. Later, after I joined the Chai family, I had something to do every day. To put it in one word, I felt motivated.
Now she couldn't play with the other ladies here, and her husband was busy. Although she could write books to amuse herself, her hands couldn't keep up after writing for a whole day.
Having some fun is the most important thing.
"It's not bad. The ladies treat me very well."
This was said perfunctorily, but Ji Shubai understood it.
"If you want to play, then play. I just don't like these very much. You can do whatever you want during the day, but when I come back at night, I will be the first one. Okay?"
Song Jin leaned on Ji Shubai's chest and laughed: "I know."
"Is it okay for me to open a mahjong parlor in the future?"
“You want to open a casino?”
Song Jin was stunned after hearing this: "No, it's just a venue, just like listening to music. Everyone plays cards and I just sell some wine and food."
Ji Shubai's face darkened: "That's for people to gamble."
Song Jin's eyes rolled and he thought to himself, I just want to learn from Chengdu, I don't want to become like Macau, is this not okay?
Seeing that she was thinking of bad ideas again, Ji Shubai put force on her waist with his hands. Song Jin was caught off guard and fell forward, falling on Ji Shubai's legs, and was slapped hard on the buttocks.
She didn't hear a word of what Ji Shubai said afterwards. Her mind was full of one thought: her Lord Ji was also quite wild. If this happened in bed...
Song Jin shook his head. It wasn't even night yet, but he had already started having erotic dreams.
Seeing her shaking her head, Ji Shubai thought she was dissatisfied, so he slapped her twice. Song Jin turned her head and looked at Ji Shubai blankly, her mind full of lustful thoughts.
"Did you hear that?"
“…I heard it.” God knows what he said, but I decided not to learn from Chengdu.
Song Jin was beaten, but his expression was extremely excited. Instead of being angry, he became more attentive. After dinner, Ji Shubai was not allowed to read, and he urged him to wash up. He got into bed early, determined to put those things that could not be said into practice, and his hands excitedly climbed the stairs in the bed.
When Ji Shubai came back from washing up, he saw Song Jin lying there with a smile and a flushed face.
"Have you been drinking?"
Song Jin frowned, pouted in dissatisfaction, lifted a corner of the quilt, patted the bed to signal him to come up, just like King Zhou waiting for Daji.
Seeing her like this, Ji Shubai couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth and he lay down obediently.
Who would have thought that as soon as his back touched the bed, Song Jin turned over, laughing, and it was obvious that he had bad intentions in his mind.
I don’t know if it was because Song Jin was too proactive, but Ji Shubai was also infected. He turned over and pressed the man under him.
"What happened today? So proactive?"
"I like you, sir."
Song Jin's mouth seemed to be covered with honey, and her legs wrapped around his legs without saying a word. Ji Shubai smiled even more, and leaned down to kiss her.
The two of them undressed each other with ease. Ji Shubai was kissed passionately, but Song Jin was planning something bad. Unfortunately, his arms were short and he couldn't touch Ji Shubai's place, so he had to think of other things.
Then a pair of legs slowly climbed up his waist, crossed and tightened behind his back, arms wrapped around his neck, and the sound became rapid and unrestrained.
She didn't see Ji Shubai's expression, but she felt the hands behind her tightening, and she heard heavy breathing in her ears. Then she felt a pain in her right shoulder. Ji Shubai bit her.
More mouthfuls followed.
The hands behind her also began to get chaotic, grabbing and pinching her body randomly, not even sparing the places that had been slapped during the day.
Perhaps because the flesh there was thick, Ji Shubai found his favorite spot to grab and pinch, causing Song Jin to cry out in a low voice.
"It hurts, be gentler..."
Song Jin wanted to harm others but failed, and finally took the whole thing upon herself. When it was over, her body was covered with red marks.
The first time, she didn't rush to wash up, but sat on the bed with her legs hugged and looked at Ji Shubai with a resentful face.
Ji Shubai was very happy and he pinched her face and asked, "Isn't this what you wanted? Why are you still unhappy?"
"I want these red marks to appear on your body."
Ji Shubai was stunned when he heard it. He lifted the quilt from her body, aimed at the right spot and slapped her again.
This time there was no clothing blocking the sound, causing it to be extremely loud and clear.
“It’s outrageous.”
He did find a new hobby.
But Song Jin thought, she just wanted to do it the other way around. If it doesn't work today, there's always another day. You just wait.
After the two of them finished playing around, Ji Shubai carried her out of bed to wash up. The joy that was originally on Song Jin's face had now shifted to Ji Shubai's face, making her very discouraged.
"Hurry up and wash yourself, be careful not to catch a cold."
Although Song Jin's mahjong parlor's business was rejected by Ji Shubai, it did not affect the popularity of this game at all. It does not require much brainpower to play and is more suitable for leisure time.
So the next morning, Mrs. Lu happily brought the other two ladies over.
"Master Ji is not here, right?"
Song Jin chuckled and remembered when he first met Ji Shubai at Bai's house, he acted like a thief and was scared when he saw Ji Shubai's eyes. It turned out that he was not the only one who was scared.
"My master is not here, please come in, sisters."
The sound of mahjong being played on the small round table in the hall was heard again, and Song Jin still patiently taught everyone one by one.
After two days, she became generous and gave the mahjong set to Mrs. Lu, saying that she had to go out for some work and could not play the next day, so she gave it to her to take home and play with slowly.
When Mrs. Lu heard this, she didn't bother to be polite with her and happily ordered someone to take the child away.
Song Jin didn't have any big problems, but he had a lot of small ones.
It's the end of the month, and Ji Shubai has to check the accounts of his two shops, and also the accounts of his own shop. The autumn harvest is almost over, and the tenant farmers have to pay their grain, and it's time for Arong to become his godmother.
She suddenly became restless.
Song Jin went out for several days in a row and did not stay in the government office during the day. It was not until three days later that he had some free time. He went back to the old house on his own and ordered Zhang Hongan to go to the shop early to invite Arong and her mother over. The matter of becoming their godmother was done today.
A Rong was sincere. He pulled Du Juan to bow and offer tea. Mrs. Chen took it tremblingly, still muttering.
"I don't have a son in my life, after all..."
"Mom, when you have Arong in the future, you should treat him as your own son." Song Jin didn't want to hear what she said next and interrupted her.
Ah Rong quickly responded: "Yes, godmother, your son and daughter-in-law will be filial to you in the future."
Dujuan also echoed.
Only then did Mrs. Chen drink the tea.
Song Jin really had no way to deal with his mother. No matter how much he tried to persuade her, she wouldn't listen and just blindly obeyed her father. Even if she had to suffer, she thought it was her due.
For this reason, she didn't even dare tell her mother about the house, for fear that her mother would whisper in her father's ear at night and ask him to sell her.
The idea that the husband is the head of the wife is deeply engraved in her mind, and Song Jin has no way to change it for the time being. He can only silently plan for her.
After the kneeling, Song Jin took Mrs. Chen for a walk in the yard and chatted.
"How is Daddy doing lately?"
"It's still the same as before. He's not at home all day. When he occasionally stays at home, he calls his friends and they drink and talk in the shop, making a lot of noise."
Song Jin could imagine the scene without even looking: a group of men gathered around a table, talking loudly, their faces red from drinking, and quarreling non-stop. It was annoying just thinking about it.
"Mom, from now on, I have my daughter and Arong around. You don't have to obey dad blindly. You have someone to rely on. Don't just focus on dad."
"But he is your father."
It's happening again, there's no help.
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